My brother’s question acts as a further reminder of how crazy my life has become. Since I heard from Liam when he asked me to give him another chance and he wanted to visit me in New York, he hasn’t contacted me again, and I haven’t even thought about it. It’s just as well, given the way he spoke to me. A part of me hopes he got the message that I didn’t want to talk. More likely, he’s already moved on to another girl and forgotten all about me a second time.
Whatever.
Me: No. He’s fallen off the radar, and I can’t say I’m mad about it.
Jack: So, what’s going on, Darcy? I’m worried you regret moving here.
Me: I regret nothing, and you don’t need to worry. There’s nothing back in the UK for me, other than an asshole Dad and a dickhead ex.
My stomach drops again. Thelastplace I want to be is stuck in the UK.
Jack: When I get back from the next away series, we’re going out.
Me: As like a brother-and-sister bonding session?
Jack: Exactly that.
Me: Only if you’re paying.
Jack: When have you not made me pay?
I snicker, sending the next text.
Me: True. I want to go somewhere big and fancy and really expensive.
Jack: Well, given you’re the only other person I know who loves raw fish, I figured we could go to that new sushi restaurant across town. It’s lavish and expensive enough for your tastes.
Every single hair on my body feels like it’s standing on end. Jack’s right; I do love sushi. But I can’t eat it.
Get out of this one, brainiac.
Me: Already been there, and it wasn’t that great.
Jack: It opened three weeks ago. Who with?
Fuck.
Me: Some girls from work. Let’s just go to an Italian or something.
Jack: Boring.
Me: But at least the food will be nice.
Jack: And you will have Pinot Grigio on demand. I’ll book us a table.
Double fuck.
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I’m horny as hell.
What the fuck is it about pregnancy that turns my already-high sex drive into feral need every time my girl is around? Like magnets, every inch of my skin flares in response to her proximity, and the feeling won’t let up until I’m touching her in some kind of way.
When I’m on the ice, I’m thinking about getting home so I can see her. If she’s staying at her place that night, I’m scrambling for reasons why I need her in my apartment.
This away series in Dallas is going to be the death of me—five days away from Darcy and more sneaking around as I hide text exchanges and phone calls from her brother and the rest of the team.